Everyone has heard of the Godfathers the definitive representation of what it is to be an Italian Mafioso, from the dusty mountainside of Sicily to the posh New York avenues.
Some choose to leave the fatherland for greener pastures; some turn the du...
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I woke up the next day earlier than usual because I had planned to go for a swim; it’s been a long time since I had a good swim. I wear my swimsuit and head for our private pool, as I take laps around it my mind drifts away to the Italian high school experience so far.
On the very first day I faced targeted bullying and saying it was difficult would be an understatement. Thank God I found an ally in Luca which might make my life a little easier, but the one thing that really hurts the most is the cold shoulder given by Giovanni. I am not worried about my reputation but this behavior by Giovanni hurts me the most.
I finish my bath and quickly dry myself before getting ready for school. I wear denim shorts and maroon spaghetti top and decide to braid my hair. I walked down for breakfast and ate alone, because my brother was away on an important business trip. I reached school after the usual thirty minute drive.
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I walked out of my car and spotted Luca standing and walk towards him. “Are you waiting for me?” I asked.
“Yes” he replied and we walked together to the class. On the way he enquired about the expensive car I got out from, since I didn’t want my friends or anyone to know about my true identity I said “well, a rich friend of mine saw me walking to school and opted to give me a lift”. It was a stupid excuse which can be easily negated and bypassed but it will do for now. The first lecture was computer class and the teacher, a middle aged man with rimmed glasses and office worker attire was boring me to death.
I had learnt the stuff he was teaching in middle school and was in no mood for revision of useless and basic information. My mind wandered away to my plans of hacking into the high security system at CERN and learning about all the secrets they hide from the public eye. Ohh God that would require me to code for 48 hours straight like the hackathons I used to be part of back in London.
I was also thinking about what will happen in the next episode of Bojack Horseman, my favourite TV show. After a few lectures it was time for lunch break.
Luca and I grabbed our meals and sat at our corner spot. As we were chatting he mentions about the upcoming fresher’s party in the evening and invites me for the same. I had no idea there was going to be a fresher’s party and I instantly said yes, I was really excited to attend my first ever high school party in Rome.
